I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character; there is nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, but not out of the common way; and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine, I could never see anything extraordinary in them.
我必须承认，我从来看不出她有什么美丽之处。她的脸太瘦了，她的肤色没有光泽，她的五官一点也不好看。她的鼻子缺乏特色；它的线条上没有任何标志。她的牙齿还过得去，但并不出奇；至于她的眼睛，有时被称为很漂亮，我从来没看出什么非凡之处。
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The future of art lies in the synthesis of technology and human creativity.
"Memory is a strange thing. It doesn't work like I thought it did. We are so bound by time, by its order."
我相信这样的地图学——被自然标记，而不仅仅是在地图上像富人名字一样标记自己。
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly， you leave marks behind， however small. And in return， life—and travel—leaves marks on you.